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The rose begets the nature of everything we are.
The rose reflects the nature of who we’ve come to be.

We look to see life; in many ways,
The nature of who we can come to be.

Some look to the thorns; there defense innate.
Some look only to the petals; their beauty a-light.

Many; watch, tear apart, crush and render;
through the cold dark night.
All thoughts destroyed;
for the beauty of a dying light.

Others; those few, worship the light;
lifting up their wary heads;
ever showing what hope lies ahead;
for the beauty of a dying light.

Yet those few;
who come to see it all.
Know the dark to be what it seems;
A shadow cast from the rising light.

The Red Rose; is a wondrous sight.
All posed; bathing in the light.
Its defenses innate to the ravages;
just out of sight.

The Human Soul; is a wondrous sight.
All posed; bathing in the light.
Its defenses innate to the ravages;
just out of sight.

Do we wonder the difference;
The Red Rose; shimmering at night.
The Soulful life; Shimmering in the light.
Taking Root; holding on to life.

Some look to the thorns; there defense innate
Some look only to the petals; their beauty a-light

The Soul begets the nature of everything we are.
The Soul reflects the nature of who we’ve come to be.

We look to see life; in many ways.
The Nature of who we choose to be.

As a Red Rose by any other name would be . . . .

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